Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 948 Incredible Skill, Invaluable Eastern Secrets (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)
Hearing that Mr. Wang reacted so quickly, Fang Yan said to him:
"Stick out your tongue so I can see it, and take my pulse with your hand too."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Wang nodded, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue for Fang Yan to observe, and also stretched out his hand for Fang Yan to take his pulse.

Previous examination revealed that the tongue was pale and appeared swollen, with a moist coating, and the pulse was wiry.

Now, after taking the medicine, her tongue is pale red and slightly moist, and her pulse has become softer instead of wiry.

This indicates that the flow of Qi is gradually becoming smoother, but there have been no significant changes in other aspects for the time being.

But this feeling is very intuitive, so Mr. Wang is now very happy and surprised.

Fang Yan said to him:
"Yes, it has indeed improved."

"I estimate that the recovery will be faster than expected."

Both Mr. Wang and Wang Jin were delighted to hear Fang Yan's words.

"As expected of a nationally designated TCM doctor, his reputation is well-deserved!" Wang Jin praised Fang Yan.

His father-in-law, Wang Shusen, also said:
"That's right, that's right! The medicine worked immediately. In all my years, this is the first time I've ever heard of Chinese medicine working so quickly!"

"It was truly an eye-opener for me."

At this point, I gave a thumbs up:

"Dr. Fang's medical skills can only be described as miraculous."

Fang Yan bowed to the two of them.
"You two are too kind."

Mr. Wang said:
"Hey, we're telling the truth. Seeing is believing. Before, when I heard about your 100% cure rate, I didn't quite believe it, but now that I've experienced it for myself, I really believe it."

"Once I'm cured, I'll definitely promote you properly."

"Thank you," Fang Yan said to Mr. Wang.

Once this is settled, Fang Yan's midday task is basically complete.

After exchanging a few more polite words with the Wang family, he and Lao Fan left the ward.

As soon as Lao Fan stepped out, he praised the dialect:
"Great! It was worth all the time you spent thinking up the prescription. This time it was another perfect and effective treatment."

He said in dialect:

"It's not perfect either. His physical condition is far from perfect. He's been sick for too long, and he's also had surgery, leaving a piece of his stomach missing."

Old Fan said:

"Hey, there's no need to be too perfectionistic. He's had surgery for twenty years now. Think about how old you were twenty years ago?"

“You were two years old then, and you couldn’t speak properly. You ate with your hands… He had already had his stomach removed by then.”

He said in dialect:

"That's how Western medicine works; they just cut out whatever's wrong."

Old Fan said:

"If you make a mistake, we'll treat you. If you can't cure it, then you'll say traditional Chinese medicine is no good."

Fang Yan shook his head speechlessly.

At this moment, Lao Fan opened the pastry box again and started stuffing pastries into his mouth.

Fang Yan said to him:
"Alright, lunch is coming up in a little while. You've eaten a lot now, be careful you won't be able to eat anything later."

Old Fan said:

"It's okay. I felt really hungry and anxious right after I got the injection."

"After eating something, I feel much better, and the cold sweat has stopped."

Looking at his expression, Fang Yan guessed:

"I feel that you may indeed be experiencing an upward flow of pathogenic qi."

Old Fan said while eating the pastries:
"It's okay, I'll draw a talisman for myself later."

"Or I could ask Yuan Qingshan to draw one for me; he's quite professional in that area."

"..." Fang Yan was speechless. If it were really that easy to deal with illness, why not just put a talisman on the needle?
Old Fan said in dialect:

"Don't worry, I know my own body. Even if she has a little bit of illness, or even if she is a female ghost, I can subdue her."

"I have plenty of yang energy right now." He then patted his chest.

Fang Yan was both amused and exasperated, but it seems that Lao Fan has indeed recovered now.

The couple in the dialect said to him:

"Alright, it's almost time. I'm leaving now. Are you coming with me to class this afternoon, or are you going by yourself?"

Old Fan thought for a moment and said:
"I'll just ride my bicycle there."

"Okay." Fang Yan nodded.

...Before Yuan Qingshan removed the needle, Fang Yan left the inpatient building, went to the outpatient department to pick up the gifts for the day, and then went home.

Today, besides the red envelope, there was also a fund, so I only received two things.

One was a gift from Zhang Zhong, and the other was a gift from Yuan Yao.

Yuan Yao's is a silk carpet.

Zhang Chong gave away Japanese antiques.

Ukiyo-e prints by Hiroshige Utagawa during the Meiji period.

There is also a sterling silver gilt-lacquered fountain pen, engraved with the name in dialect.

I don't know how much these ukiyo-e dialect prints are worth, and I don't plan to hang them up.

Just leave it at home and put it away.

A silk carpet is a bit of a luxury. Fang Yan laid it out in her study when she got home and found that it was indeed quite beautiful.

But putting it on the ground feels like a waste.

Putting it on the table as a tablecloth, the local dialect feels too exaggerated.

Finally, Fang Yan was placed in his and Zhu Lin's bedroom.

Only he and his wife usually come and go from this place, and no one else comes and goes, so it's not easy for it to get dirty. It won't be wasted if it's left here.

After a while, Zhu Lin returned, this time bringing Hu Daohu's wife, Huang Huijie.

Huang Huijie and Zhu Lin are getting along better and better now, and they spend all their free time together.

They were mainly two pregnant women, and they had some things in common.

Moreover, Lao Hu only trusts Fang Yan, so Huang Huijie only trusts Fang Yan's family.

I saw Fang Yan come out of the bedroom.

Zhu Lin asked in dialect:

"what happened?"

He said in dialect:

"A carpet has been laid out; it contains the gifts that the patients brought today."

"Really?" Zhu Lin asked in surprise.

She was a little confused, and what came to mind was a red carpet.

The key question is, who sent that thing?

So he pulled Huang Huijie along:
"Let's go over and have a look."

Huang Huijie followed curiously.

Fang Yan greeted her and then asked Lao Hu a question.

“He went to the factory in Chaoyang Dongba. He said he was going to meet up with a supplier today and won’t be back until this afternoon,” Huang Huijie replied.

The dialect suddenly became clear:

"It seems that something like this is happening..."

Next, Huang Huijie and Zhu Lin saw the carpet in the room.

The two of them exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

Then Zhu Lin said to Fang Yan:

"Is this a carpet?"

"Yes, it's said to be made by Maison des Soies, a century-old silk workshop in Lyon, France. It's called 'Oriental Secrets.' It uses the lock-embroidery technique from the Han Dynasty of China to weave a pattern of Dunhuang flying apsaras dancing with the Eiffel Tower on silk. It was hand-woven by six artisans over two months. They also said that they specially selected natural tussah silk raised locally in Lyon and went through 72 dyeing processes to create a base color of peacock feather blue and vermilion red. The base of the Eiffel Tower is embroidered with the French translation of the Tao Te Ching in gold thread, which is simple yet profound."

Fang Yan introduced the situation to Zhu Lin and Huang Huijie.

Upon hearing this, Huang Huijie said:
"Oh, it's from the Maison des Soies workshop. No wonder it's so good."

"Is Maison des Soies famous?" Zhu Lin asked Huang Huijie curiously.

Huang Huijie said:
"They're not very famous. They're a workshop that specializes in high-end luxury goods, only making custom fabrics for wealthy and influential people."

She stepped forward, touched the carpet, looked at the patterns on it, and then said:

"The price of this carpet alone, just for the designer's design, could buy six or seven Daohu cars and the cars that Fang Yan and his friends drive. It would be even more expensive once it's woven."

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There will be an extra update this afternoon!

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